Who: Antonin Dolohov, Mr. McKinnon (NPC) What: Antonin pays the McKinnon house a visit. Where: The home of Mr. and Mrs. McKinnon When: Monday, May 3, 1979, Early evening Rating: PG-13 Status: Complete
With a wand, a disillusionment charm and a number of knives, all of various shapes and sizes on his person, Antonin waited patiently. He'd decided weeks ago that he needed...revenge? Vengeance? That he wanted to cause pain and agony, to see the horror flicker over Marlene McKinnon's face? That he was going to kill someone just because he fucking could, for the hell of it?
The answer? All of the above. And more.
Though he'd vowed to stay out of England, save for things like meetings and patrol, Antonin had managed to get what information he needed on Marlene McKinnon and her family without attracting any attention to himself. The family was a five piece set: father, mother, sister, lovely Marlene and finally a little brother. Mother and children were all of the magic variety, while daddy was the lone muggle of the flock. A perfect target to begin this hunt: starting off by going after the weakest and slowly getting rid of everyone his former-victim had until there was no one left. And then she'd be all alone, and she would look her killer in the face.
He'd kept watch on the McKinnon household, coming by the same time every night for the past few days. Mr. and Mrs. McKinnon worked like clockwork, coming home, making dinner, the same redundant things day and day until the lights went off and they went to sleep. This made it much easier for Antonin, giving him a greater opportunity to come up with fun and creative ways to handle this. Father had a tendency to come home before mother, with some time in between. That would cause great waves of terror, coming home to such a sight as this could be. Either that or waking up to it. But waking up to it would require Antonin to kill him without waking his wife up. Decisions, decisions.
Fire wasn't an option. Magic neither, really, unless he wanted it to be painfully obvious to Marlene that it was "Dolly" who'd cut up her father. And he wasn't sure he wanted that. At least not yet.
Currently, Mr. McKinnon had just arrived home, it was early evening. The surrounding area was calm and quiet and it was safe to assume any wards on the house were down because there was no one capable of handling them. No magic around at the moment for the poor muggle. Perfect opportunity.
Making his way across the street once he'd made sure no one was around, Antonin made his way behind the house. Opening the door in the back would be easier, and safer, than in the front. One flick of his wand later, he was in the back of the house, and he listened carefully for sounds of where his intended victim might be at the moment. This was the start of his retribution, the beginning of his claim to regain what he'd lost because of McKinnon and her big mouth. It was only step 1, but it was a step. There was so much at risk, and he needed, desperately, to succeed at something. Failure wasn't an option.
Listening to Mr. McKinnon, Antonin slowly made his way through the house before he heard noise upstairs. Undoing the disillusionment charm before putting his wand away and taking out his mask, Antonin took out one of his knives before climbing the stairs and following the sounds until he was outside the room, by the looks the master bedroom, where the muggle had changed, and was putting away his work apparel. Tapping the door gently with his foot so it opened more, Antonin smirked and stepped back. Mr. McKinnon stopped, looking over. It was silent before Antonin did the same again, and of course, his prey took the bait. The second Marlene's father stepped out from his bedroom to look around Antonin grabbed him by the hair, knife to throat.
"Hope you don't mind, I let myself in." The Russian stated.
"Please- wh-wh-what do you want?" Mr. McKinnon sputtered, trying to keep control of himself. "Money? Things in the house? T-t-take it. We don't have much, just take it." Antonin raised an eyebrow in amusement.
"No, no, unfortunately for you it isn't any of your possessions I came for. Your soon-to-be-Widow can keep them." He tugged Mr. McKinnon's head back. "It's your life I'm here to take."
"Wh--"
"Shhhh," Antonin quieted the man, thinking of what way he wanted to do this. Brown eyes glanced around, and after a moment he roughly guided his victim into the hallway, openly letting him knock into the walls and doorways as they passed, to the top of the stairs. He hated leaving a clean scene, but perhaps this was for the best. He still got his kill, Marlene lost her father.
"Why are you--" Marlene's father started again and Antonin tilted his head, glancing to the man and folding this particular knife's blade into its handle.
"Because. It's all part of the plan," He responded, a small grin on his face. Adjusting his grip to wrap around McKinnon's neck.
"But---" Only he never finished his sentence.
Snap
Crack
"Oops, what that your neck I just broke?", Antonin asked, rolling his eyes as he released the collar of the dead man's shirt, letting him fall, each hit accompanied by a bang, to the bottom of the staircase. The Russian walked down the staircase, walking around the body. "It's all part of the plan," He repeated, inspecting his work. Not nearly as fun, doing a quick and clean job like this, but still. Marlene McKinnon's father was dead. And even though it might not be obvious he was killed, he was still dead. And that was the point. One by one by one, they'd all disappear.